Hyperion felt his smile falter when the other man didn't reply, he'd meant it as a compliment, but it was clear that he'd been misunderstood. He was always being misconstrued - possibly because of his accent. With a shift of his shoulders he pasted the smile back on and vowed to try and do better.
"You're welcome," he replied with a roguish grin. It was becoming apparent that Zacharias was less than adept at the art of making conversation - whereas Hyperion had been trained from birth to do so, and he shifted into that role without a second thought. "So is it presumptuous to ask where you're from originally, I find English accents interesting."
Hyperion grinned at the question. "Oddly I have a really eclectic taste in books actually. I really love Muggle science-fiction and fantasy, but I also love their spy and action books too. How about yourself?"